Voldemort seems eager to see Kyle discovered by Dumbledore while making Horcruxes.

Or in his opinion, as long as Kyle dares to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he will definitely be discovered.

"That's not a bother, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.

Voldemort's words could not be trusted, and no one but himself knew whether they were true or false. It can only be said that most of them should be true.

Before you get that copy of "Cutting-edge Black Magic Revealed", it's still okay to use it for reference.

"You just said ...... Professor? Voldemort's face was a little strange.

"You've taught me something...... after all," Kyle rightfully said, "I should call you Professor anyway." ”

"Oh, stupid trick ......"

Voldemort sneered, "Do you think I'm going to let you go, a smart fellow?"

Enjoy your next few days, I'll be back one day. ”

"I'll find you, and no matter how many Horcruxes you make, I'll dig them up, you...... Can't escape! ”

"Then you're going to have to look for it, my dear professor." Kyle laughed.

At this moment, the black flame that had been extinguished burned again, and it was obvious that someone had entered the room again.

"Just in time."

Kyle pulls out another bottle of potion and holds it in his hand, then pulls out his invisibility cloak.

"Tell me...... How did you do that......" Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting quieter, "I know it's me who knows Quirrell...... Can wait here in advance......"

"It's not hard to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly, "Horcruxes, unicorn blood, elixirs...... Put these together, and the answer is already obvious. ”

"As for why I came here early...... Then thanks to Bella...... Ahem, Mr. Potter. ”

……

Soon, the black magic fire suddenly swayed, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

Harry had thought he would see Snape, or even Voldemort, but it didn't.

There was only one person crawling on the floor in the room......

There was also a familiar scarf scattered next to it, which belonged to Professor Quirrell.

"Professor?" Harry cautiously walked over, but within two steps he was horrified to find Quirrell's face on the back of his head.

Harry felt a chill run through his back, and he subconsciously stepped back, wanting to go back to the warmth of the castle.

But at the thought that Voldemort might get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, he stopped.

He noticed that Quirrell seemed to be unconscious, and that the face on the back of his head was closed with his eyes closed, and although its lips were still slightly open and closed, as if to say something, there was no sound at all.

Harry was curious, but he didn't dare to lean over.

He cautiously walked around Quirrell.

It was only then that he realized that there was something standing next to him, and it was the Mirror of Eris that he had seen before.

"Turns out Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here." Harry whispered.

Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't help but take a look.

"There's nothing around here, maybe the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in it......" he thought, and then went to the mirror.

This time there was no one else, he only saw himself in the mirror, at first his face was pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back in his pocket again.

Harry looked confused, he didn't understand what he was doing in the mirror...... Looking for him for money?

"When the ......"

But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.

"Philosopher's Stone!" Harry exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.

Harry, however, didn't notice that Quirrell behind him snapped open his eyes as he uttered the words "Philosopher's Stone".

As he surveyed the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell was already staggering to his feet.

"Philosopher's Stone...... Ha ha...... Philosopher's Stone......" he muttered softly, his head down.

Startled, Harry quickly turned around and hid the Philosopher's Stone behind him.

"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"

Quirrell, however, had no intention of snatching it, and he began to laugh and held out his hand.

"Let's all die...... Haha, all to death! ”

Scattered flames began to appear around them, and in just an instant, these flames began to burn violently, and they gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher, and if it continues, it won't be long before the flames fill the room.

"Stop!"

Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing the flames.

Blisters began to form on Quirrell's arm, but as if he didn't feel the pain, he grabbed Harry with his backhand and tried to drag him into the flames.

"It's all because of you...... Because of you...... Let's die together......"

Harry felt the scar on his forehead ache as if it were about to split in half...... His eyes darkened...... All you could hear was Quirrell's scream of resentment.

Other voices shouted, "Potter! Porter! ”

However, it may have been a hallucination in his mind.

Harry's consciousness became weaker and weaker, and vaguely, he saw that the philosopher's stone that he was holding in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and was quickly engulfed in flames.

"No......" Harry muttered desperately as he tried to break free of Quirrell's arm.

Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.

The pain in his forehead lessened, and Harry, who had regained consciousness, was about to rush into the flames to find the Philosopher's Stone when he was stopped by a man.

"This is a fierce fire, you will die!"

"Kay, Kyle?" Harry looked at the visitor in surprise, "Why are you here!" ”

"I don't have time to explain......" Kyle said with a frown.

He admits that he was careless.

He saw Quirrell wake up, but he didn't stop him.

I thought Quirrell was just returning to the light and getting up to find Harry to get a boxed lunch, but I didn't expect him to be like that ghost, and he could still release a powerful fire spell without a wand.

Life is so hard!

Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and the wand glowed orange.

But before he could get ready for the next step, the fire in the room suddenly disappeared.

"Looks like I'm here at the right time."

Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, he didn't even take his wand, he just moved his fingers to dispel the fire around him.

Professor Dumbledore...... Quirrell ...... Philosopher's Stone ...... Harry struggled to say something.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I'll talk about that later, Harry, you need to rest now." ”

As he spoke, his blue eyes kept looking at Kyle, as if he was a little surprised.

(End of chapter)